But not before going out to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest with S in the best movie theatre in Amsterdam! We didn’t even have trouble finding the place, go figure. In fact we got there so early we had time for some delicious tomato soup in a nearby Italian place.

Tomato soup. Mmm.

The movie theatre was everything I had hoped it would be. The movie was playing in the main room, which looked amazing. You can see some pictures of the movie theatre, including the main room, here. I enjoyed the movie, but some of the dialog could’ve been even funnier. Someone would say a line and then it felt like there’d be a funny reply, but then that didn’t happen. Although perhaps that was intentional. Captain Sparrow was of course still uttering plenty of whacky lines. Afterwards we had dinner in the restaurant where we didn’t end up the last time and I had another yummy tomato soup and a nice piece of meat.

Tomato soup. Mmm.

I traveled back to my city via S’s city and we made a stop at his place and talked some more for a bit before we both headed back to the train station where we parted ways. It was good to go out like that to Amsterdam with S again before I moved even though we’d been meeting up almost every week several weeks in a row. He didn’t seem to mind. I guess it’s because we can always find something to talk about even if nothing is going on in our lives. That feels really good to able to do with someone.

The whole moving went pretty smoothly. My dad and my brother did all the heavy lifting, while mom and I finished putting stuff in boxes and bags. The whole process took a little under three hours. My brother and I had to catch the train back, because there wasn’t any room left in the car. And as it turned out I forgot some stuff and had to travel back a few days later to pick up my silverware and some other small stuff from the kitchen. One of those “I thought you packed that”, “Well, I thought you packed that” situations.

We transported all my stuff to my brother’s place the next day so that’s where everything is right now. Still very much in boxes and bags. I haven’t bothered to unpack yet and have been staying at my parents for the past week.

I also gave my two goldfishies up for adoption. They’re so much happier in my uncle and aunt’s pond. It was a very emotional moment *snif*.

I had an interview for a summer job on Wednesday, but I had to cancel that. I don’t know if it was the insanely hot weather we have over here right now, stress or some nasty virus, but Tuesday night I was puking my guts out for twelve hours straight. Technically I was more or less feeling alright again by Friday so I could have gone in for an interview then, but I’m hoping when I call the temp agency on Monday they’ll tell me they don’t need me anymore.

Although working at a place that rents out bikes to tourists seemed like a job I could handle two weeks ago when the temp agency called me about it, now I’m not so sure about that anymore. I always do that. Give me time to rethink my decision and you’re pretty much guaranteed I’ll change my mind. On Tuesday I was completely stressed out and depressed about as something as stupid as an interview for a summer job I don’t even know they really want me for. Somewhere along the line I think I flipped a switch when it comes to stress. I really don’t seem to be able to handle it anymore like I used to. Now it can actually help get me psychically sick.

I thought me moving back home would help with the whole finding a job thing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually completely moved just yet, but I know myself pretty well and I think I’m already sliding back into a nice depression where I really just want the rest of the world to go away. I was doing more or less ok for the last month or so, but since Tuesday I’m back where I was. Lonely, unhappy, miserable and depressed. Oh and full of self-pity, let’s not forget that one.

Think happy thoughts right.

Fuck happy thoughts.